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Parents scared from the beginning
I am self contained
Being myself is a disease
I choose solitude over interaction
It’s unnatural, conversation
I go over possible dialogue on my mind
I know all the outcomes, so continuing is
pointless.
I have always been an outcast
always different
A turbulent blow of preemptive, and ongoing, hate from those who sense it.
Then I’m diagnosed with a problem
an excuse
unexcusable
In order to be fixed, I’m broken down some more
Rush me from therapist to therapist
I am still the same.
They hold me back, and call it “help”
So my mind is different
My brain mapped different from most
Yet no one knows how the brain really works
If no one is normal and consistent
Why diagnose me as odd?
No virus caused this,
no bacteria
no infection
It’s the way I am
I am not diseased.
I am self contained
Being myself is a disease
I choose solitude over interaction
It’s unnatural, conversation
I go over possible dialogue on my mind
I know all the outcomes, so continuing is
pointless.
I have always been an outcast
always different
A turbulent blow of preemptive, and ongoing, hate from those who sense it.
Then I’m diagnosed with a problem
an excuse
unexcusable
In order to be fixed, I’m broken down some more
Rush me from therapist to therapist
I am still the same.
They hold me back, and call it “help”
So my mind is different
My brain mapped different from most
Yet no one knows how the brain really works
If no one is normal and consistent
Why diagnose me as odd?
No virus caused this,
no bacteria
no infection
It’s the way I am
I am not diseased.
Literature
ADHD
Other people can push out thoughts from their head.
They can ignore things.
I can't .
This is how MY mind works;
Every thought I have throughout the day
stays in my mind.
Screaming.
I don't care that it affects my work.
Which it does.
I care, because
it tortures me.
I can't forget anything that happens to me for the entire day.
Sometimes weeks.
Every bad thought or event
will randomly surge through my mind.
Horrible images that I cannot forget.
Every regret I have,
is still in the front of my mind.
Every thing that I ever did wrong,
is reminding me.
Every mistake
Swirling
Screaming
Stabbing
Bleeding.
Literature
Autism and me
Growing up i was mostly by myself.
I had one friend and i followed her everywhere like a lost sheep because i had no one else. I copied her interests and hobbies because i wasn't told that i didn't have to and i thought it made her happy. For me it made me happy if she was happy i based all my emotional feed back off her. I did this for ten years straight into secondary school where it all feel apart.
A chain letter broke us up.
Such a simple thing. Also i was too clingy apparently.
And then i was truly alone. I had no one. Not a friend in the world for three whole years. My face was always in a fantasy book either David and Leigh Eddi
Literature
Autistic
I was told far too much, for far too long,
that happiness was growing old,
growing up, finding a partner,
finding love.
commitment, college, good job,
stable career, climb up.
marriage, kids,
help them grow, retirement funds.
die happy.
I was never told that it was okay to watch
flashing lights for hours and hours.
To devote every waking thought to an interest,
a passion
Even if that's the same maths equation, piano piece,
day in, day out.
To laugh when you're sad, to cry when you're happy.
I was never told it was okay not to naturally understand others,
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Needless to say, this is a very personal poem.
I have Asperger's Disorder, and every time i hear someone on the tv say "We have to cure this disease" I just . . . fly into a rampage!
Though I i have much better things to say about the subject of coming to terms with my disorder.
I'm going to write a new poem about this soon, because i still have more things to say . . .
I have Asperger's Disorder, and every time i hear someone on the tv say "We have to cure this disease" I just . . . fly into a rampage!
Though I i have much better things to say about the subject of coming to terms with my disorder.
I'm going to write a new poem about this soon, because i still have more things to say . . .
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Autism is not a disease! It's a mental difference. I too am on the spectrum of Asperger's syndrome, and I am perfectly fine. We just needs some guidance on how to face society, because it makes we are socially akward and don't view the world as the same as everyone else.